125 Going down....

"I am not a young boy," Ben remarked before walking inside, leaving Tina behind. 

"Hey, wait for me." She rushed behind him. 

When he saw her running towards him, he frowned and slowed down his pace and waited for her to catch up. 

"If not a young boy, what do you want me to call you?" Tina inquired.

When he did not say anything, she added, "Should I call you an old man then?" 

Ben: " "

"Huh?" She slightly tilted her head and looked at him. "You don't like that either? What should I call you then?" 

"You can call me Ben." 

"Okay, Ben—" Tina smiled. "Did anyone tell you that you have a very cute name?" 

Ben: " " 

Awkwardly clearing his throat, he shook his head. "No." 

"Oh—then let me say it," she remarked. "You have a very cute name." 

The sudden unexpected complement made his ears turn red. Not wanting to get caught, he quickly looked away. 

"T-Thanks—" he replied before walking away.